User blog comment:Lordsunflash/Submission and Rebellion/@comment-3474228-20110501220227

The weasel nods almost immediately as he spots the squirrel. Cracking his knuckles, he smiles maliciously. "I'll be glad te fight ye, me pretty. Too bad yer good looks can't last!"

Walking over to the squirrel, he slugs her in the face, making her nose bleed. When she clutches her nose with both paws, he uses the butt of the spear and jabs it into her stomach. Then, he chops off one of her paws.